La lluvia primaveral es como el vino, los sauces son como el humo

Capítulo 58

The Yan Clan's plan to find another successor to Zhan Chun failed, and there was a growing discontent among the various sects in western Hunan, causing the sect leader a great headache.

Finding Ge Yichun is the first priority in conquering western Hunan.

Uncle Yin was still regretting that he hadn't kept an eye on Ningning that day, allowing her to kill Yang Shen. Now that she was dead, it would be difficult for Ge Yichun to win her over again. Whether he could take revenge on them was another matter, but deep hatred was inevitable.

He looked up at Yan Yufei, who was leaning against the window reading a book, his expression indifferent. After Ge Yichun caused a scene at the inn and was rescued by Shu Jun, he thought the young master would be furious, but to his surprise, he didn't say anything.

This expression makes it impossible to discern the depth of one's emotions, inevitably causing unease.

“Young Master, Ningning has been locked up in the dungeon for more than half a year. If we find Ge Yichun and hand Ningning over to her for any purpose, and explain the whole story, there might still be a chance to salvage the situation.”

Uncle Yin tentatively spoke, wanting to gauge the young master's attitude first.

Yan Yufei turned a page of the book without looking up and said in a low voice, "My Yan Clan would not stoop to such a level for a mere sword."

"What does the young master mean...?"

Yan Yufei turned his face, his gaze cold and his voice icy: "The most important task is to obtain Zhan Chun. Whether a person lives or dies is of little significance."

Uncle Yin walked to the door with his hands down, then couldn't help but look up at him one last time.

He was once a spirited young man, but now he has become a cunning, ruthless, and cold-blooded ruler.

“Young Master, it is indeed a pity that the young sect leader is like that, but... the strongest will be humiliated. Please be careful, Young Master.”

With a "snap," the book closed, and Yan Yufei looked over expressionlessly.

Uncle Yin apologized and hurriedly withdrew.

Yan Yufei could no longer concentrate on the book, so he casually tossed it on the table and opened the window.

Half a year has passed, and spring is in full bloom again outside the window.

Spring was in full bloom, and it was in this beautiful season that his uncle died. He was covered in blood as he died, but that was nothing; what man of the Yan family didn't bleed?

But tears were still streaming down my uncle's face. That upright, exceptionally talented man was in tears as he died.

He gripped the sect leader's hand tightly and said, word by word, "I regret it so much... Brother, I don't want to die yet."

No, he will never become like his uncle.

Those who deserve to be killed should not be spared.

Chapter One

After a few rain showers in autumn, the days become cooler and cooler.

Most of the green leaves in the mountains have changed color, some yellow and some red, which contrasts with the still green leaves, creating a more vibrant scene than in spring.

It was still early, and the morning mist over Dongjiang Lake obscured everything, making it impossible to see a face more than five steps away. A small, flat boat lay motionless on the lake, like a tranquil painting.

Shu Jun sat at the bow of the boat, yawned, and said lazily, resting his chin on his hand, "Are the fish still sleeping? Why haven't any fish taken the bait yet?"

Little Pumpkin was still sleeping in the cabin, muttering, "I could smell Master's murderous aura from eight hundred miles away, so everyone hid."

Shu Jun gripped the fishing rod with one hand and touched his face with the other: "Nonsense, how could someone as kind as me have murderous intent?"

Little Pumpkin was in a bad mood, turned over and pouted: "How could there not be? At a time like this, Master insists on repaying a favor, running all the way to this godforsaken place to guard someone's door. We might even start a fight at any moment. We were supposed to go to Dongting Lake to eat crabs, but we didn't even get to touch a crab."

Shu Jun glanced at him: "You're so pathetic, you've been nagging about a crab all this time. Dongting is a lake, but isn't Dongjiang a lake too? Watch your master catch the fattest crab for you, and he'll eat you to death."

Little Pumpkin sat up abruptly, crawled to his feet, looked disdainfully at the fishing rod in his hand, and shook his head, saying, "Tsk tsk, Master is obviously a rich fellow who knows nothing about farming and has never lifted a finger to do housework. You caught crabs with a fishing rod?"

Shu Jun had been fishing for a long time without catching a single fish, which was quite embarrassing, so he simply put the fishing rod back in.

"How do you catch crabs?" he asked, not ashamed to ask.

The little pumpkin put its hand on its forehead and looked around: "To get to the shore, you need a special crab trap or net to catch them."

Shu Jun was in high spirits today and instructed him to row the boat to the shore, intending to catch crabs to go with his drinks.

Little Pumpkin sighed as he rowed the boat, "Master, please don't mistake me for a greedy child. I mean, you're wasting your time here. You should be looking for Miss Ge. She's a young lady carrying the Zhan Chun Sword that the Yan Clan covets. The martial world is so chaotic; can you really let her off the hook?"

Shu Jun leaned back in the cabin, still feeling lazy, and said indifferently, "Why should I be the one to go to her? Why doesn't she come to me? She only gave me three taels of silver, which isn't even enough for me to lift a finger."

Men, no matter what, always put their pride first. Little Pumpkin shook her head helplessly. He'd been searching for her everywhere for over half a year, yet he still insisted on his own way. If they hadn't met someone in Hongzhou, they wouldn't have temporarily given up searching for Yichun and come to Dongjiang Lake in Chenzhou to fish.

The master has always hated trouble. In the past, many people came to him with high prices to ask him to do things, but he refused them outright without even meeting them.

This time, for some reason, is an exception.

Little Pumpkin had been with his master for a period of time that was neither long nor short, about four or five years. He thought his master was rich, leisurely, and lazy, fearless and indifferent to everyone—but it seemed that wasn't the case. There were always one or two people he cared about, who vaguely reflected aspects of his master's past that he didn't understand.

The person Hongzhou encountered had an ordinary appearance; from any perspective, he was the type of person you'd forget as soon as you saw him.

But he addressed his master as: "Many years have passed, Shu Jun has grown up quite a bit."

Shu Jun paused for a moment, his expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. He simply said, "It's been a long time, isn't it? This time, it's time for me to pay back my debt."

The man handed him an envelope, said nothing more, and left.

Then his master took him to Dongjiang Lake in Chenzhou, where they stayed for several days in a deserted place. Little Pumpkin was so bored he was practically rotting away. He asked several times before his master slowly told him, "Ten years ago, I owed him three thousand taels of silver, with 50% interest. Calculate how much I owe him today."

Little Pumpkin's face turned green with worry, and he couldn't say a word. He had only ever seen his master lend money at exorbitant interest rates, with 40% already considered extremely high. He never imagined his master would also owe money, let alone at an even more ruthless 50% interest rate.

Shu Jun sighed and said, "So, you see—I can't bear to pay him back, so I have to do something for him."

The small boats gradually approached the shore. By then, it was already broad daylight, and the fishermen began casting their nets to catch fish and shrimp. Many fishing boats were moored at the shore, creating a lively scene.